ARMS Beckland's Fall: (Book 5)

by Stephen Arseneault

  "Can't say. We'll have to keep a close eye on her though. If she finds out the emperor is still scratching his head over her disappearance, she might try to use that to get back in."

  "She's not going back with them. They're allied with the Denzee, and their plans are to dominate Domicile and the free worlds. Not something she has ever been in favor of."

  "Let's weigh her options," Tawn said. "She can stay as a captive of the DDI… or she can run major portions of the empire while living a life of relative luxury."

  Harris shook his head. "She wasn't in luxury. She was a workaholic."

  "She was doing what she wanted and ordering people around. That's a luxury most people don't have. All I'm saying is if we get her out here she has incentive to switch sides again. We'll have to make sure she doesn't have a good opportunity to do that."

  After a meal, Trish, Gandy, and Sharvie moved about doing the daily tasks they had committed to. Harris pulled Idiot from the bot assembly line and walked out to the open air of Midelon.

  Idiot asked. "What do you have for me to do, sir?"

  "Just a simple run. My best time is fifteen forty-eight. I want you to run alongside and push me today."

  "Wouldn't that be cheating?"

  Harris chuckled. "Not literally push me, you... idiot. Mentally push me. Give me encouragement. Call me a wuss. Whatever works to mentally motivate me to beat my prior time."

  "I see. And is that not just another form of cheating? If you were out here running by yourself, you wouldn't have that mental push to help you."

  Harris stared. "Would you rather be back in there on the bot line?"

  "Rather? I have no preference for either task, sir."

  Harris chuckled. "OK, look, just run alongside and do as I asked. Since the only competition here is with myself, I'll happily waive any consideration of cheating. Will you follow my orders or what?"

  "Run, sir. Run like the wind. Run like you've never run before. Run as if there is a hot plate of bogler ribs sitting at the finish line for your enjoyment."

  Harris nodded. "Now we're talking. Let's go."

  A new personal best for the Midelon track was set. A five kilometer run of fifteen minutes eight seconds saw Harris Gruberg lying on the grass, attempting to catch his breath.

  Tawn stood over him. "We have trouble. The Earthers and the Denzee just surrounded the colony on Clark. They're demanding immediate surrender. Two Domicile cruisers were caught napping and never fired a shot before being destroyed. I just talked to the colonel. He talked to his contact. Our government is in a panic over how to respond."

  Harris sat up. "That all happened in the last fifteen minutes?"

  "Yep. The colonel said his contact is going to try to pull Bax out of there personally. He says the DDI and the DDF are in chaos. Over the past year, all the lead positions in both have been stuffed with political appointees. They're begging the old-timers for suggestions on how to handle this."

  Harris followed Tawn into the supply hut. "I almost broke fifteen today."

  Tawn scowled. "You seriously want to talk running right now?" As she turned away, a smirk covered her face.

  Harris held up his hands. "OK, Miss Tyrant, what would you like us to focus on?"

  "How about this war we're involved in?"

  Trish, Gandy, and Sharvie came into the room.

  Gandy asked, "What's happened?"

  Tawn said, "The Earthers and the Denzee just took Clark."

  "Clark? As in our Clark?"

  "The one and only. If our government doesn't come to life here real quick, the emperor is gonna get his way and own us all."

  "All but us," said Trish.

  Tawn said, "We may have to consider shutting the boson field down as a last resort."

  "If we decide to do that, just promise me you'll let Sharvie, Gandy, and myself decide if we want to go home to Domicile first."

  "Not an unreasonable request."

  Harris held up a hand. "We're a long way from shutting down wormhole travel. What we need is to focus our efforts on figuring out how we slow them down. Domicile needs time to fire up its war machine. Which means we might have to strike up another deal with our government to produce Banshees."

  Trish said, "This is insane. They would only break that deal again if they thought it was convenient to do so."

  "We have to look at all the options we have available to us. Sometimes that means going against everything your brain is screaming at you to do."

  Tawn sighed. "He's right. Alex, open a comm to Domicile. See if you can patch us through to the president, or at least one of his aides."

  "One moment."

  "Put on your best game face, Harris. We have to convince that moron to start that production up. It may be the only way we can stop them."

  The president's image filled the display. "Moron? You people really know how to make use of your diplomatic skills."

  Harris said, "Mr. President, we make no bones about how we feel about some of your policies. And we won't apologize for that. The Earthers and Denzee are coming. Unless you want to be a subject of Mervin the Conqueror, you might want to get a solid defense put in place.

  "At the moment, your ships are slow, their armor is weak, and their weapons would be lucky to put someone’s eye out if used in a fistfight. We come to you this morning with another offer like we had before. You build those hulls, we'll put them into service and protect our worlds.

  Tawn said, "Sad thing is, had you allowed us to build those ships before, we could have prevented the loss of Clark, and any more colonies that you will most assuredly lose between now and when we can put a stop to this. Help us help you, that's all we're asking."

  "I've called a meeting of my advisory council to discuss what actions we will take. They should all be arriving this afternoon."

  Tawn said, "By this afternoon you may lose another colony. I'd just pull them all in on a comm and get it over with."

  The president stared into the camera. "I'm the duly elected official here, Miss Freely. Please don't tell me how to do my job."

  "Someone needs to."

  Harris held up a hand. "OK, fighting each other doesn't accomplish anything. Mr. President, our offer stands, but if you want our advice, it would be to act on it now. It will take weeks to bring that production up to what we need, and during that time you could lose half, if not all, of your colonies. Including Domicile."

  Your suggestions will be taken under advisement, Mr. Gruberg. Now, I must go prepare for the day."

  Harris said, "Wait. Can I ask one favor of you?"

  "Make it fast."

  "We could use access to Domicile's market for raw materials. You can grant us that right here and now. Maybe we can slow the Earther and Denzee progress while decisions are being made. We currently have an urgent need for dysprosium. We know there are supplies there. Can we be allowed access to them?"

  "I will take that up at the meeting this afternoon. Good day, Mr. Gruberg."

  The comm closed.

  Tawn said, "Nice attempt there at the end."

  "I thought it was worth a shot. Doubt he will come through for us today."

  "That's because he's a moron. Every day he delays is probably another colony lost."

  "Not only that, I feel bad for the regulars who will have to fight with the lame machinery and weapons they have. They'll get slaughtered, and all because of his stupidity."

  Tawn raised an eyebrow. "It just occurred to me. What if he calls the Biomarines back into service?"

  "They're safe at the Retreat, at least for a while."

  "They're also patriots who will answer the call to duty if it's issued. All the defenses and preparations at the Retreat won't help them if they aren't there to use it."

  A comm was opened to the Retreat. "Colonel, we have some concerns."

  "First I have news. My contact was able to extract Miss Rumford. She's on a ship heading out this way. I'm sending you coordinates for a pick-up."

  "That was
fast," said Tawn.

  Harris cut in: "Colonel, it just occurred to us the president could call you all back into service at any time. All our efforts at the Retreat would be wasted."

  "We're aware of that possibility and have taken a few precautions. Our cannons have been automated to refuse landing to any ships that don't have our transponder codes. Those of the Bangor and Hailstorm have been added to our list. Even if we leave, the place should remain defended."

  "If called back, will you answer, given the circumstances?"

  "We will. It's our duty."

  Harris sighed. "We thought as much. Know that we'll do everything in our power to protect the lot of you."

  "As I hope you will do for every Domicile citizen."

  Harris half frowned. "We will, Colonel. We hold those same oaths we took as sacred. It's part of who we are. If called, we'll be there. Somewhat on our own terms though."

  The coordinates I sent you, they'll be expecting a pick-up in about fifteen minutes."

  "Thanks, Colonel. We'll be there."

  The Bangor zipped up through the sky and out into the blackness of space. A short ride saw a wormhole opened to the coordinates given by the colonel's contact. The Bangor pulled alongside a rented shuttle and the docking collar was extended.

  The airlock door opened with a puff.

  Harris said, "Hello, Red."

  Baxter Rumford stepped through. "Hello, morons."

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